Brothers Judd Top 100 of the 20th Century: Non-Fiction

This exceptionally beautiful book is the memoir of renowned Kenyan aviatrix
Beryl Markham. It has engendered much controversy over whether Markham
herself wrote the book. It now appears to be pretty reliably proven
that her third husband, the writer Raoul Schumacher, was the author.
However, the story is still that of Beryl Markham and it is the extraordinary
story of a remarkable woman.

In the first half of the book she tells about her experiences growing
up on a farm in Njaro, Kenya. From the adventures of her dog Buller,
who fought boars and leopards, to her own experiences hunting with Nandi
tribesmen, on to encounters with mad horses & not quite domesticated
lions, this section is the equal of, if not superior to, Isak Dinesen's
Out
of Africa. (In fact, in it's elegiac evocation of a way of life
disappearing before the author's eyes, it reminded me of nothing so much
as the wonderful How
Green Was My Valley by Richard Llewellyn.)

Then there's a brief interlude while she trains race horses after her
father's farm fails & he leaves the country. Here she relates
the thrilling tale of a race between a horse, Wild Child, with bad legs
and another horse that she had trained, Wrack, but that was taken away
from her because of her lack of experience. The description of the
race is as good as anything I've ever read.

Finally, Tom Black teaches her to fly & she befriends men like Bror
Blixen & Dennis Finch-Hatton (Dinesen's husband and her lover respectively).
The deft & understated comedic touch that is displayed throughout the
book is evident in this passage about a Kenyan landing strip:

A high wire fence surrounds the aerodrome-a wire
fence and then a deep ditch. Where is there
another aerodrome fenced against wild animals?
Zebra, wildebeest, giraffe, eland--at night they lurk
about the tall barrier staring with curious wild
eyes into that flat field, feeling cheated.

They are well out of it, for themselves and for me.
It would be a hard fate to go down in the
memory of one's friends as having been tripped up
by a wandering zebra. 'Tried to take off and hit
a zebra!' It lacks even the dignity of crashing
into an anthill

After several years scouting for elephants by air & flying medical
supplies around, she heads to England and a friend stakes her in a 1936
effort to be the first pilot to fly solo from England to New York non-stop.
Though she crash landed in Nova Scotia & couldn't make it to New York,
she was still the first person to make the solo flight from England to
North America non-stop.

Each of the three sections is united by one unique thread, Markham's
love : of Africa; horses; & flying. Her passion shines through
regardless of who the actual author may have been.

Dorothy Judd's Review:

West with the Night by Beryl Markham (or her husband as the case may
be) is
an outstanding example of poetic prose. Based on my sketchy knowledge
of
Beryl Markham, the cover photo, and the title, I expected a factual
account
of aviation and a transatlantic flight. While the book does, in fact,
cover
these, it is the brilliant descriptions of people, places, and
animals that
captivated me.

Being informed that Beryl Markham probably did not herself write the
book
lessened my enjoyment of it as it lost the power of a first person
account.
However, the masterful descriptions stand on their own.
If you read nothing else, read the chapter entitled "Royal Exile" for
an
achingly beautiful trip into the spirit of a horse!

Here are some of my favorite examples of use of language:

*(in the future it will be discovered) .that all the science of flying
has been captured in the breadth on an instrument board, but not the religion
of it.
*human beings drew from Mr. Darwin's lottery of evolution both the
winning ticket and the stub to match it.
*Even in Africa, the elephant is as anomalous as the Cro-Magnon Man
might be shooting a round of golf at Saint Andrews in Scotland